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June 21, 2005
Scared
Tomorrow, in the very early morning, I will be checking in to LRMC for outpatient surgery to fix (I hope), my broken ankle.
It has been broken since last fall, and I have been putting off the repair for sometime. Up until today, I was looking forward to getting this taken care of and behind me. Now, I feel like a little kid. I am freaking out inside, (of course I hold my ever cool outside together). I remember the feeling of terror when I was 11 and went in for surgery on my knee... the dread and alarm when the nurse told me my mom couldn't go into the surgical prep room with me... The horror of having to let go of her hand, as they wheeled me away on that clattering gurney.
I am 31 now, and I still feel that little girl impulse inside to call the whole thing off.
This is me being vulnerable folks... Mark the day, and wish me well.
I'll post tomorrow when some of the opiate haze wears off... Not that I will be able to form sentient thoughts- but it may make for a good argument against drug use.
Posted by TheFreud at June 21, 2005 9:10 PM
Comments
We were there with you in Spirit Honey, and I understand the Scared part. I was petrified when I had my shoulder done and more because I couldn't figure out how I was going to cope without help around the House.
I'm glad you're home and ok, and your Daughter is taking such good care of her Mommy. It's nice to know you have Family around that loves you.
My prayers are with you for a speedy recovery.
I Love You,
Dad
Posted by: Prplneon at June 22, 2005 7:04 PM
Hope all went well. I didn't want to call and wake you so I will check in with you tomorrow. Please call me if you need anything and I will run on over. Now we just need you to heal up so we can head to the gym. I will call you after I get home tomorrow. Take care and luv ya friend. Heidi
Posted by: Heidi at June 22, 2005 9:26 PM
